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It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Lyrics

Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Bringin' It All Back Home

Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warn that he not busy being bornIs busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discover that you'd just beOne more person crying.

So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to your earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawlWhile others say don't hate nothing at allExcept hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMade everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not much is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the president of the United StatesSometimes must have to stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt's only people's games that you got to dodgeAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con youInto thinking you're the oneThat can do what's never been doneThat can win what's never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around you.

You lose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinks they really found you.

A question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no answer fit to satisfyInsure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not fergitThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong to.

Although the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authorityThat they do not respect in any degreeWho despise their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than something they invest in.

While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platform tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they can freely criticizeTell nothing except who to idolizeAnd then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fireGargles in the rat race choirBent out of shape from society's pliersCares not to come up any higherBut rather get you down in the holeThat he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put faultOn anyone that lives in a vaultBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn't talk, it swearsObscenity, who really caresPropaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimes must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyardsFalse gods, I scuffAt pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offSay okay, I have had enoughWhat else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seenThey'd probably put my head in a guillotineBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.